CHAPTER XLVIII "Laurie! Laurie! come and carry my flowers for me!" called a voice. It was sweet and clear as a chime of silver bells, but...

CHAPTER XLVII "I want that rose so much, I would take the world back there to the night When I saw it blush in the grass, to touch It...

CHAPTER XLVI Ill news flies apace. It was not long before Beatrix Wentworth, leisurely reading her New York paper in London, came upon...

CHAPTER XLV Alone and without references, Laurel did not find it easy to secure respectable lodgings in the city. She thought of...

CHAPTER XLIV Laurel had left her veil and gloves on the bank of the river with a deliberate purpose. She desired that her angry,...

CHAPTER XLIII Mlle. Marie was very glad to get away from attendance on her mistress for a few hours. There is nothing happens in the...

CHAPTER XLII He stood there in silence, looking down at that bowed head, veiled by its sweeping golden hair. He made no effort to raise...

CHAPTER XLI St. Leon lifted his mother's senseless form and bore her away to her room. Mrs. Gordon lay weeping, moaning, and wildly...

CHAPTER XL A silence like death fell for a moment on the group that closed around that pathetic kneeling figure with its white uplifted...

CHAPTER XXXIX It was a supreme moment. Laurel felt it to be such. Her heart beat, and her limbs trembled beneath her. But for the support...

CHAPTER XXXVIII Mlle. Marie hovered around her mistress with many delicate attentions after her master had departed, but her...

CHAPTER XXXVII That day on which Ross Powell saw Laurel with her husband was the last of a series of happy walks and rides she had taken...

CHAPTER XXXVI There was no longer any fear that Mrs. Le Roy would die. She was better. She was rapidly convalescing. St. Leon was very...

CHAPTER XXXV Ross Powell had been bitterly chagrined and disappointed at his failure to trace Laurel Vane, after his meeting with her at...

CHAPTER XXXIV Mrs. Gordon, reclining at ease on a satin divan in her elegant parlor, was entertaining a caller—no less a person than the...

CHAPTER XXXIII All of the young bride's happiness began to wane from that hour. The shadow of the nearing future began to fall upon her...

CHAPTER XXXII He had expected that Beatrix would be startled and distressed, but he was not prepared for the burst of emotion with which...

CHAPTER XXXI Laurel was fortunate enough to get back to her hotel before Mr. Le Roy returned from his engagement with the friend whom he...

CHAPTER XXX "I loved him, Mrs. Wentworth. That is all my defense. Call me weak, cowardly, wicked, if you will; but I could not put the...

CHAPTER XXIX "Married!" said St. Leon to himself, with a start, and a quick glance at Beatrix. He bowed to her gracefully, then hurried...